I’ve had a lot of gay friends in my life. Sam Anderson, a KU Prof who taught Russian and German, was one. I met him on the raquetball courts, and that launched a deep friendship. He taught me so much about art, lit, music, Latin… It crushed me when he died in 1994. I have no use for the moronic bigots who attack gays, since they don’t grasp it’s not a choice, it’s how one is wired. I mean, how would they handle it if they were wired the same way? We’re all meant to live together, and accept one another, period. Hopefully that attitude will eventually cover the world. These shots are of Sam and me in Prague, 1990.

On a recent Saturday a lovely woman I know, Milica, agreed to a body-painting session in our window. Richard Raney did the artwork, brilliantly. Everyone loved it. 200 people came through to watch, and buy art, while Jerry Moon painted also. I gave it try, but everyone knows I can’t paint my way out of a paper bag. People tell me I’m a pretty good art consultant though.

Lord I love these punks, and don’t mind saying they love us. Helped a lot of them get into college this year. Will help more next year–on and on until I die. Thanks to my generous donors: Chiefs, Bill, David, Jeff, Milbank Manufacturing, and all the rest of you cool cats. You really help us make a diff in multiple lives.

Installing Jacob Burmood’s brilliant monument for the National Soccer Hall of Fame in Dallas.  Here’s a brief video of the project. Great job, Brother. That bourbon last night was well-earned. Thanks again Clark and Dan.

Look at these punks, off on a sailing adventure while I’m at the gallery working my ass off. Have fun, boys.  IMG_1172 

While I was in Sonoma, and Santa Barbara, and Venice last month, I stopped by Fresno to lend a hand with this project. 30 Whitaker Wind Sculptures on the roof of the Clovis Community Hospital’s new Cancer Infusion Center. The works are soothing for patients to gaze upon as they’re getting their treatments, and we like helping with that.

I landed this gig for good old Jacob Burmood last January. Monument for the National Soccer Hall of Fame, adjacent to the new FC Dallas Stadium.

Bebe and I went to his studio yesterday to sip joe and check up on the piece. She was moderately impressed but I’m ecstatic. We borrowed from Art Deco design in developing the concept, and Jacob is doing a brilliant job as usual. The finished piece will be in cold-cast aluminum, silver.

Mohave Point at the west end, with good old Dakota. This makes my 10th trip to the canyon. No time for a rim-to-rim on this gig, but we hiked our share.

One of those sunsets that reminds you how small we are, and how great the universe.

Josh and I installing a Gary Bowling painting for a Leawood client. He’s the best Impressionist I’ve ever worked with. Client agrees. She loved the Pinot too.

I was recently approached by an architect in Miami about overseeing a sculpture project for Atasehir Hospital in Istanbul. Have always wanted to go to Turkey, so I said Sure. Think I’ll swim the Hellespont, like Lord Byron–except it’s a little more polluted than in his day. More ships too. If neither of those kill me, it will all go well.